The guy who sat next to us was traveling to Hong Kong for his sister's wedding; he was from NYC, and very friendly, so it could've been worse for sure. But the plane was an old one, the seats were very uncomfortable, and without that little bit of extra space, the 16 hours of flying are long and hard. Marc sat in the middle and I had the window, and we both slept as much as we could, on and off. At one point I had tried every position and just felt that despair of the long haul flight -- still 10 hours to go, aching neck and back, knees stiff, exhausted.
But really, it all went as well as possible. We had a 5-hour layover in Hong Kong and passes to the United Lounge, so we got our usual seats and watched the sun come up. We always feel like the poor country relatives when we get to the lounge; we have day passes rather than memberships, and we just kind of descend on the food like we've never seen it before.
|this is "our" spot|
|SO excited to be back in Bali. So excited|
|The airport lets you know where you are -- no doubt. Bali.|
|lush, even at the airport|
|public art tells Hindu stories|
|"What's that about?" we asked.|
No airplanes fly? What day is that? We leave on Wednesday, we fly on Wednesday, what day is the no-fly day? Tuesday? What? Wait, what?